Divine alphabet of transmutation

Transmutation

 

Articulations of grace

delivered by the convection of mercy

inside a conveyance of love.

 

 

Purposeful Foundations

 

God –

One Creator of all things

Inscrutable, all-powerful Being

Whom every enlightened soul

Is compelled to worship

Through love and fear.

 

 

Relevant continuum

 

To be alive is to know Him

Whom is most real and vital.

 

 

Most Glorious

 

The greatest blessing is that God endowed us

with the capacity to feel and understand love.

Whether we initiate or reciprocate – it is our drinking from

the aquifer of His compassion.

 

 

All are teachers of deeds

 

Exchanges of kindness supply

the remedy to spiritual weariness.

From foundations of frailty,

fatigue is transformed into fortitude.

 

 

Progress (&D)

 

Be witness to restraint between

the layers of the occult self.

 

 

 

Billowing blossoms of humanity

 

Graciously, an interracial bounty,

a development of beauty burgeoning within

God’s blessed garden.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Compound accumulates

 

Universal trumpet signal of the Divine Phoenix’s rise

Every soul vital

Amalgam growth essential

Hear the Nightingale alighting upon a hollow reed to issue its melody.

 

 

 

Startle (addition)

 

View; step forward one

The limbs and arms take their skin of snow

enhancing beauty to forms of reach,

twist and curvature.

 

 

 

Towering currents

 

Love unseen

Taking form like a river

Contrasting with the mountain-dust dark.

 

 

 

No gains

 

Immoderate steps have blinded…

rains that bring no reins.

 

 

 

Deconstructed singleness brought together

 

Being oneself is not individual

– but a construction of separation by unifying parts.

 

 

 

Spume and punctuation

 

The five strides he first took towards God

were strained, slow-

centred in the past.

Marked by a flurry of memories.

One of those was seeing childhood

snow; beautiful, feathery ice

whipped off tree branches and

powdering the air with finest pixellation.

 

 

 

Bountiful Impression

 

Choir of crickets noising the new dawn awake.

Butterflies and magpies flitting by impulse-itch –

Animals reacting by instinct, accepting roles in the whole dance of life.

Participants inside this evolving timeline, integral all and each buoyant.

 

Spirit glorious,

Vital Creator.

 

 

 

United Bands

 

Blending colours of the rainbow curl

like a kaleidoscopic whirl – into a

circle-half, the sky immersed in a

spectral bath.

Around angles within an arc,

hues so vibrant… they copiously spark.

Into the sunlight moisture plays

– concentric colours by myriad ways.

Seen as a delightful friend… a visually enlivening, exquisite bend.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Something’s Coming

 

 

Racing fear

 

A talent of evil is that it can stay hidden

and then choose to not.

 

 

 

 

Something’s Coming

 

Wrong things happening

Amiss, not right

They won’t easily be contained – go back neat into a box, within a veil

Something wrong’s happening

Pride revealed in a robe of ignorance

… and… then there arrived a barefoot angel… came serving all with spiritual salves

of restorative balm.

 

 

Semantic sanctuary

 

God has put generosity into the human heart.

 

 

 

Repelling egotism

 

By property, ego sweeps its sword-edge

And shakes of its stubborn barbs.

Anonymous, it dislikes. Humility, it shrinks at. Selflessness it misunderstands.

Loving, thriving, compassionate community alienates ego.